Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“I trust you.” Her words are a double-edged sword. I want that trust, but I shouldn’t have it. She’s told me all her secrets, but I’ve yet to tell her my own.
“Paisley.” I trail my fingers up her back. Damn, she feels good in my arms. I don’t want to ruin the moment. I’ve finally gotten her to open up to me.
“I don’t like it when you use my name.” She lifts her head.
“Princess.” That one word makes her smile. Any worries she was holding on to are dissipating. I fucking love the fact that’s me giving her that. That she’s blooming for me.
"I'd think it was condescending if it were anyone else. Being as who I am and where I come from. But not you.” She wiggles in my lap. To stop her, I grip her hips, making her pussy sit right on my cock. I’m trying to focus on what she’s saying, but she isn’t making it easy. In fact, she is making it very hard. “You treat me like a princess you want to take care of.”
“I will take care of you.”
“I know.” She licks her lips. “But you never let me take care of you.” Paisley’s hands slide down my chest, stopping at the top of my jeans. Her delicate fingers reach for the button on them.
I haven't let her get too close to my cock. But make no mistake, I’ve gotten off multiple times over the past ten days. Several times, I've even found myself partially inside her. I’ve come so damn close to thrusting all the way inside her sweet, warm cunt.
“Princess.”
“Please.” Her bottom lip puffs out. I close my eyes and drop my head back. She’s fucking begging for it.
“I can’t tell you no,” I finally say. That’s all she needs. I could almost come watching how greedy she is at undoing my pants to get my cock out, then when she slides off my lap to drop between my thighs. Her delicate hand wraps around my cock.
"I've never done this before," she admits, as if I need to be reminded that I’ll be the only man she ever has her mouth on.
"Promise you, princess, you can do anything, and I'll enjoy the fuck out of it."
"Really?" As she starts to slowly stroke me, she gives me a tentative smile. I grit my teeth but only grunt a response. This seems to spur her on.
Paisley leans forward, her tongue swiping across the head of my cock, licking up the small bead of cum that has formed there. Her eyes lock with mine. I’m not gonna survive this. It’s torture of the best kind.
“Take me in your mouth, princess.” I watch as she does exactly that, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. She’s eager, taking more of me each time. I can tell by her flushed cheeks that she’s turned on. I bet if I reached between her legs she’d be soaked.
I continue to watch her, the feeling almost too much pleasure for me to remain sane. I want to reach down and grab her hair in my hand to take some of the control, but I don't. I want her to give this to me. “You suck a good cock. You like that. You like driving me insane.” Her mouth tightens more on me with each dirty word I utter. “Teasing all my control.”
There is no way in hell that I’m coming in her mouth today. I want to mark her as mine. But not before I make her come. So I give in to the urge to tangle my fingers in her hair. I pull her head up, and her eyes have closed to concentrate on giving me pleasure.
“Look at me.” I tug on her hair. Her eyes meet mine. “I want you to take off your bottoms, need you bare.” She hesitates for a second, making me tighten my grip on her hair. “Now, princess.” I release my hold on her. She does as I ask, somehow shimmying out of them while keeping her mouth on me. “Reach down with your hand and rub that sweet cunt. I know it’s wet for me.” She moans around my cock as she rubs herself. “Gimme a taste.” Her slick fingers reach up, and I lean forward, taking them in my mouth. A groan leaves me as her taste hits my tongue.
I suck every last drop of her sweetness from her fingers, eventually letting them fall from my mouth. That does me in. It’s too much. Before I know it, I have her lifted in my arms and am seating her on the couch, myself now the one on my knees with my face inches from her dripping wet cunt.
“Hey! I was busy making you feel good,” she tries to protest, but before she can say anything further, I latch my mouth on to her, sucking and licking her until she’s screaming my name in pleasure. Exactly how it should be.